She feels like butter
Melting away by her own body heat
She feels like water
Sifting through holes made by her own teeth
She feels like a raincheck never been cashed
She feels like a hit song short of a catch
Her oven door is open but the latch seems to be broken
She needs a hit
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She needs a fix
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She feels kinda useless
Seemingly unaware of her talents
She feels like a treasure chest
Empty of all its contents
She needs a nice cupboard
To house all the goodies that have been boxed up
She needs a sensor light that turns on when she's all messed up
Step up to the table and put an end to this fable
I think it's time
To gather shoes and socks and take a hike
You and I
Can stay here and look up at the night
Dave Mann Collective - Butter Lyrics
Dave Mann Collective - Butter Lyrics
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She feels like butter
Melting away by her own body heat
She feels like water
Sifting through holes made by her own teeth
She feels like a raincheck never been cashed
She feels like a hit song short of a catch
Her oven door is open but the latch seems to be broken
She needs a hit
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She needs a fix
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She feels kinda useless
Seemingly unaware of her talents
She feels like a treasure chest
Empty of all its contents
She needs a nice cupboard
To house all the goodies that have been boxed up
She needs a sensor light that turns on when she's all messed up
Step up to the table and put an end to this fable
I think it's time
To gather shoes and socks and take a hike
You and I
Can stay here and look up at the night
Melting away by her own body heat
She feels like water
Sifting through holes made by her own teeth
She feels like a raincheck never been cashed
She feels like a hit song short of a catch
Her oven door is open but the latch seems to be broken
She needs a hit
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She needs a fix
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She feels kinda useless
Seemingly unaware of her talents
She feels like a treasure chest
Empty of all its contents
She needs a nice cupboard
To house all the goodies that have been boxed up
She needs a sensor light that turns on when she's all messed up
Step up to the table and put an end to this fable
I think it's time
To gather shoes and socks and take a hike
You and I
Can stay here and look up at the night